Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Him Roll, artist - Guy Clark. Album song Great American Radio Vol.1, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 28.02.2019
Record label: Floating World
Song language: English
Let Him Roll |
He’s a wino, tried and true. |
Done about everything there is to do. |
He worked on freighters, he worked in bars. |
He worked on farms, 'n he worked on cars. |
It was white port, that put that look in his eye |
That grown men get when they need to cry |
And he sat down on the curb to rest |
And his head just fell down on his chest |
He said «Every single day it gets |
A little bit harder to handle and yet.. .» |
And he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered |
And the words just rolled off down in the gutter |
Well he was elevator man in a cheap hotel |
In exchange for the rent on a one room cell |
He’s old in years beyond his time |
Thanks to the world, and the white Port wine |
So he says «Son,"he always called me son |
He said, «Life for you has just begun» |
And he told me a story that I heard before |
How he fell in love with a Dallas whore |
Well he could cut through the years to the very night |
When it ended, in a whore house fight |
And she turned his last proposal down |
In favor of being a girl about town |
Now it’s been seventeen years right in line |
And he ain’t been straight none of the time |
Too many days of fightin’the weather |
And too many nights of not being together |
So he died.. . |
Well when they went through his personal affects |
In among the stubs from the welfare checks |
Was a crumblin’picture of a girl in a door |
An address in Dallas, and nothin’more |
The welfare people provided the priest |
A couple from the mission down the street |
Sang Amazing Grace, and no one cried |
'Cept some woman in black, way off to the side |
We all left and she was standing there |
Black veil covering her silver hair |
And 'ol One-Eyed John said her name was Alice |
And she used to be a whore in Dallas |
Let him roar, Lord let him roll |
Bet he’s gone to Dallas Rest his soul |
Lord, let him roll, Lord let him roar |
He always said that heaven |
Was just a Dallas whore. |